On Becoming Eve

They loaded the two cases on the sled with the three already there, tied them down and added their packs to the load. The two who had been eating slipped into harnesses attached to the sled and followed the man with the phone as he headed west away from the wreckage, making the call he had promised, and leading the other two and the sled through the trees. I followed at a safe distance, staying out of sight and trying to figure out how I was going to get them to help me get off the mountain.

Whatever they were pulling was obviously heavy, but they were all in excellent condition and by taking turns in the harnesses, they made very good time. The sled left a trail but nothing that was going to be easily noticeable to an untrained eye. By the time the stopped to make camp, night had fallen, and we were miles away from the wreck. Their plan was working.

Three small tents quickly went up around the sled and the men settled around a lantern to eat. I took the opportunity," Hello, can you help me? I was in a plane, there was a crash. It was horrible, they all died... I've been walking forever, and I'm lost and I'm so hungry, please, can you help me," I did my best to sound both helpless and desperate as I walked into their camp?

One of the men pulled a pistol and pointed it at me as an argument erupted over what to do; the man with the pistol wanted to shoot me right there. The other two talked him out of it, I dropped to my knees and started begging, "please, I'll do anything, just help me, please, anything," I looked at the men as they considered what to do.

The man with the pistol, holstered it and started walking toward me," anything," he repeated?

"Yes, anything, please just help me," I begged. He unzipped his pants and the other two men started laughing. I now understood what form my payment for passage off the mountain would take.

There was not much enjoyable or powerful about what happened next, when all three of them had filled my mouth with cum, one of them tossed me a packet, "Eat this," was all he said.

"So, we got two more days off this mountain, I'll take her tonight, then you guys can take turns the next two," it was the man with the pistol. He turned to me, "you said you'd do anything, right," and he laughed again. I ripped the packet open and ate what was inside, thinking about what I had agreed to and reassuring myself that after what I had done with the cat, this couldn't be that bad. I knew I was lying to myself but also understood that these men knew where we were and knew how to get back to civilization and I had no idea, so as bad as it was going to be, they were my way home. I could refuse and wander the mountains waiting for a real rescue that might never come and hoping that the big cat would continue to protect me or...

I finished the food they had given me and followed the man, Hank was his name, to his tent. Fortunately, all three men were tired from a very long day and his fucking me wasn't near as bad as his snoring. As small as he was, I barely felt him inside me.

I woke up before any of them and slipped out of the tent to go to the bathroom. Walking through the trees, I stopped and listened, inhaling deeply, filling my senses with the forest around me. Following the rustling in the brush to a small stream, I caught a rabbit and fed myself a breakfast that would have made the big cat proud. I washed myself in the stream and headed back to the camp, slipping back into the tent.

"I thought you'd run off on me," he smiled up at me.

"No, just going to the bathroom. Besides, I've got nowhere else to go," I said as I laid down next to him trying to mentally prepare for what I knew was coming and thinking what my claws would do to him, given the chance. Hank didn't last much longer this time than he had last night; I chuckled to myself thinking I was probably the only woman he had been with in a very long time, without paying, anyway.

The men broke camp quickly and we ate on the trail. I took my turns in the harness, too. Hank, Joe and Alex were impressed at how well I did. I had no delusions that it improved my situation, but it did relax some of the tension and the exertion of pulling the sled helped with some of the anger I felt toward the men. We continued to make good time and the end of day two was the same as day one, I gave all three of them blow jobs and spent the night with Alex. Alex was the one that had first given me food and he was much larger than Hank, "who wasn't," I thought to myself, and had considerably more endurance; under different circumstances, I might have enjoyed it. It also helped that he didn't snore. The next morning, Alex took me from behind and we hit the trail again.

As we worked our way through the trees, I would inhale deeply, searching for a familiar scent. It was not there. I did grow aware of what was around us and found that I could distinguish the three men quite easily, while they shared a common aroma, there were subtle differences that stood out, Joe was the calm one and obviously in charge, Alex nervous and skittish, and Hank was just mean and each revealed himself to me with his own personal smell.

Joe made two or three calls on his phone every day giving whoever it was on the other end of the call status updates. I was never mentioned. The afternoon of day two, we found our way out of the forest onto a dirt road. As it started to turn dark, we found a spot to camp and stopped for the day. "Only a few more miles guys, we'll be having steaks for dinner tomorrow," Joe announced as he pulled a bottle of scotch out of his pack and passed it to Alex, "Don't get too drunk, " he chided as Alex opened the bottle, took a swig, and handed it to Hank. When Hank tried to pass it to Joe, he refused, "I have other things to help me relax," and looked at me.

For me, the night started the same as the last two, the exception being that Joe pretended that he cared. He didn't just fuck me; he took his time exploring my body with his hands, kissing and caressing me, treating me like a lover, not a whore. He kissed my body like I had just stepped out of a scented bath, not like I had spent three days in the wilderness. When he went down on me, I started to relax and felt a warmth begin to spread through my body. By the time he was inside me, I was as ready to cum as he was. I let out an audible moan as we climaxed together.

"Thank you, Joe. I don't know If I could have handled another night like the last two," I forced tears to my eyes.

"That's ok, I like it better like this. Besides, I've been fantasizing about what I was going to do to you since you walked into our camp," he lay down next to me, "Now get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day."

I drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, Joe, you awake, Joe," It was Hanks voice.

I pretended to be asleep as Joe left the tent, "What the hell do you want," Joe whispered back at Hank. The two of them moved away from the tent. I focused and listened intently, trying to hear everything they said.

"Joe, you know it has to happen, right? She has seen us and can tie us back to the crash. If it gets out, I mean with who she is, it could ruin the whole deal, Joe; and 25 fucking million is a huge fucking deal, even, hell, especially to Victor," Hank wasn't being as quiet as he thought he was.

I could hear Joe answering but couldn't make out what he said. The two men argued quietly for a few minutes.

"Ok, then, the bitch gets up to go to the bathroom early every morning, I'll take care of it then, agreed," another pause, "Good, now go enjoy her while you can and Hank will take care of the details in the morning," I guess he referred to himself in the third person for emphasis. It made me smile, hearing Hank pretend to be in charge.

Joe climbed back into the tent," Joe," I moaned groggily?

"Yeah, it's me, now go back to sleep," he pulled me close.

He didn't want it to happen, I could feel it. For some reason, I was feeling sorry for him, "Joe, we can, um, I mean if you want to," Somehow giving him permission took the edge off the fact that the three men had used me repeatedly all the while planning on leaving my body for whatever scavengers found me. I left the offer there as I rolled onto my back to try and get him to look at me. Even in the darkness, I could see his face clearly. I was looking for an indication, any hope that tomorrow morning might go any other way. It was not there. He climbed on top of me and fucked me hard, almost with a vengeance.

I knew what I wanted to do, and after some consideration, decided on what I would do. If I killed Hank and Alex and Joe, and it would be so easy, there would be serious repercussions. If I took the money, it would be the same; 25 million dollars is enough to get anybody's attention, and someone named Victor had gone to great lengths to get it. He would not take kindly to someone stealing it from him. I could think of only one way to get out of this alive without either some guy named Victor or the law looking for me.

When I knew Joe was sound asleep, I slipped out of the tent and got dressed. I collected Joe's clothes and wallet and, as quietly as possible, visited Alex and Hank, taking theirs as well. My claws did quick work of the fabric as I left their clothes in shreds. Their backpacks were next; one by one I did the same to everything they had brought with them, even the parachutes they had used to reach the crash, scattering the shredded mess through the trees around the camp.

In Joe's gear I found the phone and a tracking device I guessed they had used to locate the suitcases. There was also a small notebook and a set of keys; I took it all, turning the phone off and removing the battery, I combined anything I thought I could use, like Hank's pistol, into one of the packs.

"Why did you let them live," I recognized the voice in my head?

"Because what I am doing to them will be worse than that. I am putting them in a position where they cannot win, presenting them with humiliation, for men like them, a fate potentially worse than a quick death," I looked at the big cat, "can you help me get this down the mountain," I motioned to the sled, "we have to move quickly."

"I would have fed on their livers," he snarled as he walked to the sled, "Just try to keep up," I slipped the harness on the big cat and we were off. It took us less than an hour to get to the paved road at the bottom of the mountain. There was a lone suburban on the side of the road; I pushed the unlock button on the keys and the lights flashed and the horn sounded. The cat was gone again. I guess I had a guardian angel, I just wasn't sure how often I could count on him showing up.

The cases had to weigh a hundred pounds each, I loaded them into the Suburban easily and tossed the sled in on top of them, got in and started the truck. I laughed when I thought of what they were going to do when they realized I was gone, they were all naked, with no money, no transportation, and no way to communicate in the middle of the Colorado wilderness. The sign said IH 70 18 Mi. I turned south and floored it; at least they were alive, which is more than they were going to do for me.

Twenty minutes later, I found the interstate, spying the Walmart sign at the same time, I pulled into the parking lot and parked as far away from the store as I could, took a little over a thousand dollars from the wallets I had taken from Joe, Alex and Hank, and went shopping. The nice thing about Walmart in the middle of the night; no matter where it is, nobody is ever surprised about who walks through the door.

I picked up some toiletries, a few prepaid phones, a new pair of boots, socks, clothes, and a medium sized duffle bag to put it all in with ten more to transfer the money into when I got back to the truck.

To make room to work, I put the back seat down in the suburban and climbed in. I had found the combinations to the cases in Joe's notebook and with a little trial and error had gotten all five open. The process was tedious, but I had found a rhythm and it was going quickly; pick up a bundle, scan it for a tracker and toss it in a duffle bag. I found at least six trackers in each briefcase and spent the next twenty minutes distributing them liberally on cars in the parking lot, most getting two or three.

It was a tough sell, especially considering how I looked and probably smelled, but the night clerk bought my story about being abandoned by my jerk, soon to be ex, at a camp site up the road. I didn't want to go into details and, when she found out I had cash, she didn't seem to care. I handed her the money and I had a room. It took five trips to get all the duffle bags up the back stairs and out of sight. I finished just as the sun started to rise.

The hot shower felt almost as good as getting to brush my teeth. I didn't recognize the woman in the mirror, she was tall and athletic with had long auburn hair that reached her nipples and bright green eyes. I considered her carefully and it began to dawn on me, she shared a striking resemblance to Eve, the one girl that had been in the group I finished the PCT with. Being the only women in the group, we had bonded immediately. The sadness overwhelmed me as I thought of her and her friends and the others that had been on the plane that were still on the side of the mountain undiscovered.

I took out one of my phones and sent a text to the number from the satellite phone, "I have your money. Send the coordinates of the crash to the authorities. When I hear that it has been found, I will contact you again."

"Who the fuck is this," came the response?

"Waiting...," was all I responded.

I tore the phone in half, threw it in the trash, got dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

The night clerk came up to my table," Miss, do you have a way to get where you need to be," she seemed genuinely concerned.

"To be honest, I was so interested in a hot shower, I hadn't thought about it, yet. Do you know someone that could help me with that," I laughed?

"Well, just so happens, my brother has a Jeep he's trying to get rid of. It's not much to look at but it's solid and he'll make you a deal if you're interested. I can call him now, if you'd like," she smiled at me," and he won't ask questions either," she added assuming it mattered.

"That would be very nice of you," I reached out and touched her arm, "Thanks a lot. I'll be in my room taking a nap when he gets here, just have him call me there, OK?"

"You going to be alright, miss," she put her hand on mine, "I got an ex, too and they can be pretty tough to deal with."

"I'll be fine, I give as good as I ever got and besides, he doesn't have any gas money to get the rest of the way home," I pulled Joe's wallet out of my pocket. We both laughed.

I felt like I had just closed my eyes when the phone rang, "Um, Hi, this is Jackson. My sister Ella said you might be interested in my Jeep. I got it downstairs if you want to take a look."

I glanced at the clock. It was almost noon," yeah, I'll be right down," I got up, pulled on my boots, and splashed some water on my face. Stopping only long enough to grab a single bundle of bills from one of the duffle bags and make sure the closet was closed, I headed out the door.

The Jeep was as promised, nothing to look at. It had a soft top but had doors, which meant I could lock it, which was a plus. Jackson admitted he had rebuilt it twice and swore that he was the best Jeep mechanic in Colorado, so it was in a lot better shape that it looked. He handed me the keys," I just hope you can drive a stick," he laughed as we climbed in.

"In more ways than you will ever know," He blushed, and I laughed as I started the engine. I could smell him. His musk told me he was more than a little attracted to me and I decided I liked that. I took a deep breath through my nose, letting his scent fill my head. It was different than the guys on the mountain, it wasn't just the lack of body odor and trail dust, Jackson had a fresh, somewhat earthy quality where they, especially Hank, had had an almost stale one.

"You are learning," the voice was in my head. I looked around but the cat was nowhere to be seen.

We pulled out of the parking lot, "best way to test a Jeep is this way," Jackson pointed to the right.

I drove to the end of the street, "Which way, Left or right," I asked?

"Hell, just keep going, this is a Jeep not a Ford," he pointed straight ahead. The next hour was more fun that I think I had ever had in a car. By the time we made it back to the paved road, I was elated, and we were both laughing loudly relieving our short adventure and the close calls I had had nearly wrecking the Jeep in the process. I couldn't believe Jackson wasn't freaking out. It just felt good to be near him, especially after my encounter with the men on the mountain.

"So, how much," I asked as we pulled back into the parking lot?

"Well, just for you, I'll take three," he laughed," But you've got to give me a ride back to my shop and let me buy you lunch," the look in his eyes and his scent told me he was hoping for more than just lunch but there was no pretense in his offer.

I dug the money out of my pocket and counted it out into his hand," Which way" I asked again?

He gave me the signed title and a certificate of insurance when we got back to his shop," this will come in handy if you get pulled over for anything," he smiled at me. It occurred to me that any identification I had had was still on the mountain and I didn't think I looked anything lie the picture on my old license anyway.

We went across the street to a small burger and beer place for lunch, he was just as genuine as his big sister at the hotel and was funnier than any comedian I had ever seen. We had a great time. I seriously considered staying another night just to grant him his wish but knew I couldn't afford to stay here any longer than I already had. If I was right, especially after my text, Victor had a plane in the air full of guys more like Hank than Joe, and they were coming here to figure out what the hell was going on with his money.

He walked me back to my 'new' Jeep and thanked me for the business. I Looked at him, cocked my head to one side, put my hands on his cheeks, smiled, and kissed him sweetly," Jackson, any other time, you would have to chase me away, but right now, there is no way I can stay here. I have to leave yesterday. Maybe I'll come through again sometime," I kissed him again and climbed in the Jeep. Maybe I really would.

"Hope so," he kissed me back," now get before I don't let you," He smiled and closed my door.

I loaded the Jeep, stopped for gas and hit the road, heading west on the interstate. The scroll at the bottom of the T.V. behind the bar during lunch had been repeating information about a plane crash that had finally been found. It gave the death toll at 28, including crew, with one person missing. More details would be available once the next of kin had been notified. I knew I had a call to make.

I took out another burner phone and dialed the number this time," Who the fuck is this and where the hell is my goddamned money," Victor was not happy.

"Well, first, Hello, you must be Victor. Second, you can relax, I'm not interested in your 'goddamned money'," I mocked him." I only took it because me having it is the only way I stay alive through this thing. Tell me where you are and I'll bring it to you, ok," I waited for his response.

It took Victor a few minutes to gain his composure, "Don't fuck with me! I am the last person you want to fuck with, you got that.," Victor was not a happy man right now and me playing game with him was probably not a good idea," I'll find you and rip you apart if you're messing with me." The rage had faded and been replaced with threats, I could hear it in his voice; they were very serious threats.